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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471132" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Behind Your Calculations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your svelte hands<br>zithers the abacus<br>that calculates<br>your reluctant fandango<br>like how it played<br>the harp<br>in the nights<br>where the pebbles<br>are sharp jewels <br>And the dexterity<br>of your tumbling specks<br>of gaiety<br>is a regal piece<br>of oblivion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your summer sky<br>hailed a silver gilt<br>in somersaulting rifts<br>of the sun's corolla<br>And underneath<br>this impeccable <br>façade of cordiality<br>is a clandestine<br>volition, <br>like shards<br>of porcelains<br>roused from a wound -<br>A nurtured<br>compulsion<br>or, perhaps<br>repulsion <br>Is this why<br>you pawned the plumage <br>and its eloquent stride<br>for the symmetry<br>of reality? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your forfeited simplicity<br>is a prolix riddle<br>under the myriad<br>colors of a mirage<br>and those<br>with poor visions<br>will never encompass<br>through your promises<br>and its drifting<br>haze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pollens on your face<br>always blossomed<br>but your roots<br>are gnarled<br>Too tired<br>from its stoic poise<br>yearning to bend<br>backwards<br>past the irony<br>of the stagnant trees<br>swaying away<br>from the milieu<br>and maybe find<br>the effervescent eyes<br>watching you glide<br>into the waters<br>towards the dusk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your postcard smile<br>cuts like a paper cut<br>and mends<br>like a lithe soldering<br>saddling the evocative<br>back into<br>the flailing reel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I implore<br>for your subterfuge<br>stashed in the veins<br>with all<br>the browning pages<br>of your tales<br>and poetry<br>so we can slur<br>the sharp <br>constraints to lull.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471132" data-title="Behind Your Calculations de Norman Santos" data-description="Your svelte hands zithers the abacus that calculates your reluctant fandango like how it played the harp in the nights where the pebbles are sharp jewels And the dexterity of your tumbling specks of gaiety is a regal piece of oblivion Your summe..."></div> </div> </div>
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